[ Honestly, if anyone asked Alan what he thought all of this was, he'd probably say it's a combination of all of the above. A work of art brought to life, a stray thought that Alan probably should have known better than to have, Alan using Casey as the piece on the chessboard to lead to... something. What? Even he doesn't know.
Alan pauses to listen once the image of Casey starts to speak. It all sounds like things that Alan's heard before, words meant to give him ideas and direction about where to go. How to find the murder scene that Zane spoke of. The context surrounding it all. He focuses in on it when he hears Casey say his name, and Scratch's name. He even mentions Alice, and that causes something inside him to clench up.
But the scene continues, and Casey muses about the case, the missing writer, the cult... The scene changes again, and Alan starts to really pay attention. Casey starts to describe a keychain, a charm... his and hers. That feeling of something clenching inside him intensifies, and he hunches over slightly as if being pressed down by a sudden swell of emotion. He remembers the charm that's still somehow clenched in his hand, and he lifts his hand to look at it. ]
His and hers. Jesse. [ His expression falls as the realization of how much he misses her, no matter how long or short a time it's been since they've seen each other, settles in on him. She's his other half, and he feels incomplete without her. It's a trite idea, but he knows it's true.
He's listening to the rest of what Casey's said, but his mind has wandered off to thoughts of Jesse. For just a moment, he allows himself a second of indulgence: imagining Jesse with her fire red hair and the green eyes that light up when she's feeling a particularly strong emotion, whether positive or negative. In his mind, he reaches for her, but she's out of his reach. It's like he's back to touching an image on a screen, knowing his touch won't be felt but wishing it could be.
It takes some effort on his part, but he pulls himself out of his memories just in time to hear the rest of Casey's monologue. ]
A harmonious tune, huh? [ Whatever this is, it seems to be echoing experiences Alan's had, or if not that, then it's just a coincidence. But Alan doesn't really believe in those anymore. ]
Find Alan Wake. [ He huffs out a humorless laugh. ] Even Alan Wake can't find Alan Wake. [ He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, as the image of Casey seems to have finally run out of words to say. He's still standing there looking towards the spot where the detective once stood, and that's when he hears the faint ding and the sound of the elevator doors thudding open. Turning towards them, he raises an eyebrow. ]
What now?
[ Of course, he knows enough about this place to know that when things like that happen, there's a reason for it. So he approaches the elevator and steps inside as the doors close and it lurches into motion. He leans against the nearest wall waiting for the elevator to come to a stop. He watches the numbers light up as it moves on its way, and feels it when it finally stops. The ding sounds again and the doors slide open.
He steps out of the elevator and into the hallway. ]
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Alan pauses to listen once the image of Casey starts to speak. It all sounds like things that Alan's heard before, words meant to give him ideas and direction about where to go. How to find the murder scene that Zane spoke of. The context surrounding it all. He focuses in on it when he hears Casey say his name, and Scratch's name. He even mentions Alice, and that causes something inside him to clench up.
But the scene continues, and Casey muses about the case, the missing writer, the cult... The scene changes again, and Alan starts to really pay attention. Casey starts to describe a keychain, a charm... his and hers. That feeling of something clenching inside him intensifies, and he hunches over slightly as if being pressed down by a sudden swell of emotion. He remembers the charm that's still somehow clenched in his hand, and he lifts his hand to look at it. ]
His and hers. Jesse. [ His expression falls as the realization of how much he misses her, no matter how long or short a time it's been since they've seen each other, settles in on him. She's his other half, and he feels incomplete without her. It's a trite idea, but he knows it's true.
He's listening to the rest of what Casey's said, but his mind has wandered off to thoughts of Jesse. For just a moment, he allows himself a second of indulgence: imagining Jesse with her fire red hair and the green eyes that light up when she's feeling a particularly strong emotion, whether positive or negative. In his mind, he reaches for her, but she's out of his reach. It's like he's back to touching an image on a screen, knowing his touch won't be felt but wishing it could be.
It takes some effort on his part, but he pulls himself out of his memories just in time to hear the rest of Casey's monologue. ]
A harmonious tune, huh? [ Whatever this is, it seems to be echoing experiences Alan's had, or if not that, then it's just a coincidence. But Alan doesn't really believe in those anymore. ]
Find Alan Wake. [ He huffs out a humorless laugh. ] Even Alan Wake can't find Alan Wake. [ He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, as the image of Casey seems to have finally run out of words to say. He's still standing there looking towards the spot where the detective once stood, and that's when he hears the faint ding and the sound of the elevator doors thudding open. Turning towards them, he raises an eyebrow. ]
What now?
[ Of course, he knows enough about this place to know that when things like that happen, there's a reason for it. So he approaches the elevator and steps inside as the doors close and it lurches into motion. He leans against the nearest wall waiting for the elevator to come to a stop. He watches the numbers light up as it moves on its way, and feels it when it finally stops. The ding sounds again and the doors slide open.
He steps out of the elevator and into the hallway. ]
Time to look around, I guess. Again.